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Moments of YouFrom the moment I saw you,
I wanted to touch you.
From the moment I touched you,
I wanted to feel you.
From the moment I felt you,
I wanted to taste you.
From the moment I tasted you,
I wanted more.
Then I saw you again,
the same, but different.
From that moment I saw you again,
I wanted you forever.
Weapons of a Femme FataleShe stuns me with her beauty
She intoxicates me with her scent
She makes me hunger for a taste
and electrifies me with a touch.
She drowns me in affection
She kills me when we fight
She buried me with silence
and brings me back with love.
ScarfWhen the days are cold,
I hug you and keep you company.
When the days are hot,
I lay lazily about the house.
When the days are grey, outside and in,
I catch your tears, and let you snuggle into me.
When the first snow falls,
I will be there.
When the last snow melts,
I will await you again.
The Girl In My DreamsThe girl in my dreams comes and goes when she pleases.
Leaves me wanting more of her.
A lovely stranger with golden hair.
A beautiful face, smile, and laugh.
We walk hand in hand.
We gaze adoringly at each other.
We enjoy each others company.
Then I wake up.
Missing my dreams.
Missing that feeling that made me smile.
A gentle smile, as if I was looking at my reason of being.
My whole world. And for that moment she was.
I wish to dream of her again,
even if all she is doing is falling asleep on my shoulder.
But in the end, she was a dream.
I hope to meet her in reality.
And do it all again.
What a wonder that will be.
ElectricMy touch is electric to her sensitive body.
I run my finger along her collar bone,
she breathes heavy on my hand.
I caress her neck,
her breath catches.
I kiss her,
jolts of pleasure coursing through.
I pulse at every lip bite.
We spark at the touch.
PrincessWhen she was born, I stared awestruck, and smiled deeply when her little hand gripped onto my index finger. My little princess was finally in my hands, as my queen lay exhausted on the bed.
Time flew by as she stumbled over her first steps and first words, giggling at these new experiences. Her innocent laugh wafting through the house. It wasn't long after that she was conversing with us in that childish way, and insisting that she wear her blue princess outfit wherever she went. And in my eyes, she was just that, and I treated her as such.
Years passed and she drifted away from me, constantly telling me that I didn't understand, and going through phases as much as she changes clothes. I try to talk to her, but she just locks herself up in her room and plays her music loud enough to drown out the noise of me banging on the door and yelling. This perpetual spiral of chaos and emotions all began when my wife passed away. Eight months without her and our worlds crumble without even a mom
Staring at the BlursI don't know how to put it into words. I get lost even trying; just thinking about it. How I feel at this very moment. I am down. I am sad. I am completely and utterly devastated.
I don't understand why my heart feels like it has broken. I've studied the human body. But what structure, what system, what chemical works to make me feel this way. Why does it exist in us and how do I make it stop?
My throat feels like it has collapsed.
My lungs don't work.
My eyes can't see the good any more.
I feel like I just can't. Can't continue.
Does this mean I will just give up?
It will take time, but I will not give up. I will keep going. I will never stop. I will get up off my ass and walk. Then run. And keep running. Only moving forward.
And I dare not look back.
Makers Of The Cage. Holders Of The Key.Our eyes are the closest thing we have to freedom.
We see endless blue sky, and the stars beyond.
We see the beauty of the world.
We see our reflection in the mirror;
the reality, and the fantasy.
Our eyes see far and great.
But the rest of us cannot follow.
Our hands probe the steel bars around us.
Fumbling in the dark.
Cut by the sharp edges.
The bleeding never stops.
Our feet shuffle around.
Trying to go places.
But we walk in circles.
Our emotions go from red to blue;
orange to green;
yellow to purple,
mixing in a haze.
Our mind goes to dark places,
and only wanders deeper.
Oblivious to the place right next door.
It knows the freedom,
it knows the pit.
There are endless paths to take.
There's a cage we need to break.
There is a key ourselves create.
In our hands, it's never too late.
The Stifling RoomThe late night quiet buzz
rings loud in my ears.
My eyes stare into the dark of my room,
I look at nothing, and think about everything.
My fan blows hot air,
I cannot take it.
Every stifling breath is torture.
I yearn for the chill.
To fill my lungs with the sweet crisp.
I am sapped of my strength as I get up and walk.
Just a few more to the door,
three, two , one.
I turn the knob am I'm out.
stellarhe loved you to the moon and back
but I loved you past Saturn,
swiftly missing the arrows of Orion
and cupping my hands into
the heart of the Milky Way,
running back down the stairway of heaven
with palms full of diamonds and fireflies.
if his love was the light of the moon,
then my love was the glare of the entire galaxy.
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
MESSAGEI think I forgot your voice
and the way you said my name
it wasn't ever my choice
but you, I couldn't blame
I found your message on my phone,
I've played it a million times
every word and change of tone
I have it memorized
but when I play it now,
it softens up my hate
I beg you darling, tell me how
You think I should create
any more hard feelings
for someone I miss so much
how should I be dealing
without your caring touch
everyday I miss you.
but everyday it's less
not because I want to
I'm not trying to suppress
i think I forgot your voice
but I know you've forgotten my name
The Darkness Behind the LieThe darkness surrounds me
Even though the sun is shining
It does not get through to me.
I’m one step behind
Either physically or in the mind
I feel no push from behind.
I want to scream at you
How could you even do
That from me to you.
This all feels like a lie
Even though I wish to die
It all feels like a lie.
'It's Over.''It’s over.'
You say the words so casually. Completely devoid of any emotion. You stare me dead in the eyes. My mouth opens in shock. My eyes search your face desperately for any indication that you’re joking. You’re not. Your expression remains the same. Impassive. Serious. Resolute. You watch me as I fall apart before you. I drop to my knees. Broken. Without another word you turn around and walk away from me. I reach my arm out and desperately try to think of something to say. Anything to make you change your mind. Anything to make you stay. But no words reach my mouth. You are gone forever.
I wake up with a start. I find myself sitting upright in bed next to your sleeping body. I feel the warm dampness of a tear roll down my cheek. I must have woken you up because you turn toward me and sleepily ask if I’m okay. I wipe the tear away hurriedly and reassure you. I say it was just a nightmare. I say I was being chased. You roll over and g
Wait For MeWho said it would be easy
Who said it wouldn't be hard
Who said it would be simple
Who said it wouldn't leave scars
What I've got to give you is less than you deserve
But would it make a difference if I promised you the world
Who said it won't be painful
Who said it wouldn't break
Who said it would be perfect
Who said it's a mistake
Words can only say so much before it's hard to breathe
But would you understand me if I said you're all I need
Looking from the outside in
Some things never change
Looking from the inside out
Some things stay the same
I don't know what will happen
When or why or how
I can't see the future
But I can be there for you now
I can't tell you where to go
Because that's up to you
I don't know the road ahead
I can't pretend I do
It's hard for me to say it
And it's harder to believe
But I'll be there beside you
If you will wait for me
...Will you wait for me?
The ruins of a youth's lifeSometimes...
He forgets to wear his smile
It's like losing your glasses
Only you can see the world
The world that brings you pain
There are times when his wings won't fly
But you can get used to it
Even a bird can reach the ground
The torment of his past
Like a vine
And his feet are tangled up
There's no escape
Maybe one day...
He'll be fed up and he will jump
See the world deliver him pain
As he reaches the cold ground
And he will see
All the torments of his past
There's no escape
No more sometimes
writers filter out their lungs with lighter fluida briny blackthorn boy, i
am rotting, reinfected -
a skeleton's blooming from
underneath my skin; she's
between my collar bones,
she's inside my jaw, she -
she is vile, the way all necromancers are
(but god, am i envious).
What If?Look at all the graduates
Facing the future with heads high
They know who they’ll be in life
Certainly they can easily get by
But what if you’re not as good as them?
What if you must stay behind?
What if your friends all leave you,
While as an undergrad, you are confined?
Look at all the adults
Seizing their independence
They know what they’re doing in life
Limits dashed by their transcendence
But what if you’re just a failure?
What if you’re crushed by responsibility?
What if you can’t make it on your own,
Chained by your mocking futility?
Look at all the new students
Beginning their Master’s degree
They know when they’ll live their lives
And soon they’ll all be free
But what if they don’t accept you?
What if they don’t like your grades?
What if this isn’t even the right pursuit;
It feels more like a game of charades…
Look at all the workers
They found the perfect career
They know where
Forever UntitledHow is it best to describe a feeling.
A feeling that cannot be translated into words.
How to say I am empty, but still alive,
when everything I try is a shell to my meaning.
How to describe the ringing in my ears,
constant and endless,
and distorting my mind.
The silence in my chest,
hollow and bare.
My tightening gut,
when I'm at my lowest.
The pain at the back of my eye,
when I can't stand to see.
My quivering hand,
threatening to end it all.
And my 'self',
which wants me to live.
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